How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Yu Gongcui's investigation on the boss has completely reached a deadlock.

Sometimes he would have an illusion in a trance-the leader of [Passione] does not exist at all.

How do you investigate someone who doesn't exist?

However, the emails sent to the mailbox to command cadres and drive this huge organization exist, and the bodies of members who were assassinated because of selfishly investigating the identity of the boss also exist.

He now knows when and where this person developed his "enthusiasm", knows the vague body shape data, and knows better than anyone how cautious and suspicious the leader is.

However, all efforts to trace back to the source fell to nothing.

It was as if this person had never had a past at all.

It suddenly appeared here, and disappeared without a trace after the formation of the organization.People can hide their own existence to such an extent that they seem to hold a deep aversion to their own past, which in itself is not in line with common sense.

Yu Gongcui made a bold guess in his heart.

Either the Boss' substitute ability is able to transform into others, if not, his own way of existence is worth pondering.

It is even entirely possible that they are not independent individuals in the social sense.

After thinking this through, Yu Gongcui quietly lit a cigarette for herself, mourning the years of youth she wasted on this person.

The sound of approaching footsteps came from behind.Buccarati, who had grown a lot, was wearing a white pajamas with a bear printed on it, pulling a pair of slippers, rubbing his eyes and walking sleepily from the bedroom.

After seeing Yu Gongcui whose face was hidden behind the smoke and whose expression was blurred, she was slightly surprised and suppressed her sleepiness, and greeted in a low voice.

"It's already two o'clock in the morning... Aren't you going to sleep?"

Yu Gongcui glanced at him, stretched out her hand to put out most of the remaining cigarettes in the ashtray, and let out a lazily hum.

"immediately."

The boy with the younger sister's hair pursed his lips because of this insincere answer, and after hesitating again and again, he still gave a suggestion in a tactful manner.

"Staying up late and smoking are bad for your health. When did you get into this habit?"

when?

Probably because as the days went by, I realized that there was no way to start except for the boss who took the initiative to show his feet. I reported the situation to Peng Lie truthfully and applied for a transfer, but was rejected.

Yu Gongcui suppressed the hand that subconsciously wanted to reach for the cigarette box, and sighed wearily.

In fact, it is also understandable.The decision makers apparently decided that a spy lurking within an increasingly powerful rival family was far more valuable than an unstable factor for the rebellious Xanxus remnants.

As for Yu Gongcui's own wishes, compared with the interests of the family, they can be completely ignored.

——But how can you talk about these things with Buccarati, who is wholeheartedly loyal to his enthusiasm.

So Yu Gongcui just waved his hands perfunctorily, urging the already tall boy to go to the toilet and go back to sleep.

"Kids don't care about adults' business, but you, if you don't sleep, you won't grow taller."

Buccarati, who was called a child, did not leave obediently and obediently like when he first met, but pulled away the chair opposite the square table and sat down with a calm expression.

"I'm 16 years old."

16 is old.

Yu Gongcui paused involuntarily when he was fiddling with the silver lighter.

It has been four years since the child was picked up.He can no longer be called a child... In the eyes of everyone who has dealt with him, Bruno Bucciarati is synonymous with maturity and reliability, completely opposite to Amamiya Tsui.

Naturally, after leaving school, he was deeply trusted by Polbo and took over most of the affairs in the hands of Yu Gongcui.

But the latter doesn't really care about it.

Buccarati was worried that his boss would be dissatisfied because of being ostracized in a disguised form, but it turned out that there was no such thing at all——Yamiyacui, who was quite decadent because Pengo Li refused to transfer back, justly racked his brains All the affairs were pushed to him, and he retired honorably in his twenties, living a happy life of fishing and paddling every day.

Incomprehensible.

Bugarati, the real power squad leader, thought silently, what exactly does this person care about?

He has read the information of Yu Gongcui, a serial murderer who roamed around the Campania region, because he angered a mafia family in a certain place, he sought protection from enthusiasm, which is indeed very similar to himself.

If it is said that when I saw this information at the beginning, I couldn't help feeling jealous of this person, but after a few years of getting along, it has all turned into dazed and puzzled.

He was convinced that under the loose appearance of the other party, there was something more essential but untouchable hidden.

Although you can occasionally get a glimpse of it in your daily relationship, you still refuse to reveal it to anyone, insisting on disguising it.

And Bugarati is the only audience.

Perhaps because he is familiar with his own personality, the young man doesn't mind showing his true nature and giving a little care when the two of them get along occasionally-but the more this is the case, the more puzzled Bucciarati is.

A double is a manifestation of the soul.Perhaps it was the powerlessness brought about by the divorce of his parents when he was young, which made his stand-in "StickyFinger" able to separate and sew all objects.

When talking about this person's stand-in, Polpo also expressed regret that he thought it would be a more violent type.

The detective stand-in "Ghost Beacon" has the appearance of a large dark blue bird.Because he has cooperated with the youth to complete several tasks in the past few years, when he put on the ring made of bird feathers, Bugarati keenly felt that the buff given by the former was stronger every time.

What are the influencing factors? When asked about this, I got an unexpected answer.

"It's 'trust.'"

He stepped over the corpse lying on the ground in a leisurely manner, and stepped accurately between the splashed pools of blood.The young man tilted his head and caressed the stand-in who was resting on his shoulder, and the curve of his jaw became more and more prominent.

He casually took down the flue-cured tobacco that was flickering between his lips, his black pupils were like stars in the night, hidden behind the misty white mist.

"The more you trust me, the more powerful the help I can give."

"So, Bucciarati has already regarded me as a character who can open his heart. Although I am a little touched, I would like to advise you, it is better not to do this."

He showed an unpredictable smile towards himself, and both of them knew the hidden meaning in it.

Because this person holds secrets that he does not intend to share with himself.

it's fine.

Who doesn't have a little secret that they don't want others to see?

[If you are longing for trust, I can give it.Because we were originally companions. 】

So Bucciarati just said: "I will judge for myself."

The other party responded with a smile full of indifference, giving him full freedom of choice.And Bugarati, who knew how to think and knew what he wanted since he was a child, finally strengthened his belief after that conversation.

He wants to give an "anchor" to young people who have a tired attitude towards everything and don't care about anything at all.

If you have a real place of belonging, you can break free from this increasingly decadent state and find meaning.

With his thoughts gone, he stretched out his hand towards the opposite boss.

Spread your palms flat, palms up, as if asking for something.

Yu Gongcui was slightly taken aback, then laughed, and threw the silver lighter that was spinning around between her fingers.

Bugarati caught it, and then shook the object in the other hand at him.

"I also took away the cigarettes, please be careful."

Reaching out to touch it, the inner pocket was indeed empty.Yu Gongcui leaned back in the chair, took the water glass on the table, and took a sip of the cold tea with a little helplessness.

"You really love to worry."

Before the other party opened his mouth to urge him to wash up and go to bed, he put down his teacup and mentioned something cryptically.

"I'm planning to go out in the next two days. I need you to cover it up for Popo, even though he probably doesn't care much about me."

Without asking him what he was going to do, Buccarati, who had a sense of propriety, simply nodded, with concise instructions.

"Safe travels."

Yu Gongcui replied with a smile: "I will."

After all, I really don't want to give up the clues I just got. If I continue to pursue it, I will probably directly confront the Boss's personal guards.If you're not careful, you might not even be able to keep the whole body.

But the future of being an undercover agent in enthusiasm is really desperate. Opportunities are in front of us. Even if we know that there are many crises and hope is slim, people can't help but take a gamble.

I can only wish myself good luck.

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The final result was not good. Not only did he not get what he wanted, but he was chased far away half of Italy by a group of crazy stand-in messengers, and suffered serious injuries.

But it's not so bad that it's beyond redemption.

Just when Yu Gongcui collapsed in the alley exhausted and was about to ask the system how the next dungeon would be, the sound of following footsteps suddenly stopped, and immediately afterward, a child's voice rang out. wrong direction.

"Is it the injured man in black? I saw... well, he went that way."

Weeds grew rustlingly in the cracks of the bricks, covering Yu Gongcui's figure.He held his breath, and waited for the sound of footsteps to disappear completely, before standing up with difficulty while leaning on the wall.

A little boy with a dull and thick watermelon head and a particularly depressing temperament appeared at the entrance of the alley, his hands unconsciously tightly grasping the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulders.

"Those people have already left," he said as if he was afraid of disturbing something, his voice was quick and thin as if sliding across the ice, "you can come out now."